Yea Me!

Standard

I am so excited!

Thanks to everyone who purchased Cowboy Up, Letting Go, and Don’t Get Mad!

What an exciting time for me!  Although it may not seem like much to many, I have managed to sell a few books (and not just too family members lol)!


Gosh, I can’t explain how awesome it felt to get the, Purchase Notification, email and then to go to Smashwords and see that there were additional overseas purchases made.  Wow!  So now I’m amping up promotions and hoping Cowboy Up, Letting Go, and Don’t Get Mad will find there way onto even more iPads, Kindles, Nooks and other e-Readers.

Oh, and if you haven’t done so, please check out my books at  http://www.smashwords.com/books/view/114030 and my Facebook page at http://www.facebook.com/arbrillia.willis . Download the samples, make some purchases and please please leave a review.

Hopefully my books will catch on and I can do another blog post while doing the happy dance.

<(^-^<) <(^-^)> (>^-^)>

Updated Purchase Info for my novels.

Standard

Cowboy Up Available NOW at:

https://www.smashwords.com/books/view/114030

http://www.barnesandnoble.com/w/cowboy-up-arbrillia-willis/1108001838?ean=2940032913863&itm=1&usri=arbrillia+willis

http://www.diesel-ebooks.com/item/SW00000114030/Willis-Arbrillia-Cowboy-Up/1.html

http://ebookstore.sony.com/ebook/arbrillia-willis/cowboy-up/_/R-400000000000000583084

http://www.kobobooks.com/ebook/Cowboy-Up/book-o_HuDmsqQ0SvkR_B-D1dTw/page1.html?s=QFEFTAynG0y8Qxcsq6CRJw&r=2

Apple iBook Store

Available SOON at:

Amazon

Letting Go Available NOW at:

https://www.smashwords.com/books/view/112983

http://www.barnesandnoble.com/w/letting-go-arbrillia-willis/1108195517?ean=2940032957744

http://www.diesel-ebooks.com/item/SW00000112983/Willis-Arbrillia-Letting-Go/1.html

http://ebookstore.sony.com/ebook/arbrillia-willis/letting-go/_/R-400000000000000592123

http://www.kobobooks.com/ebook/Letting-Go/book-F1xJ7r3qI02d8dihz5y0zA/page1.html?s=fGpXFYdDAU2HSjlwpclr0w&r=1

Apple iBook Store

Available SOON on:

 Amazon

Don’t Get Mad Available NOW on:

http://www.barnesandnoble.com/w/dont-get-mad-arbrillia-willis/1108486506?ean=2940032993506

http://www.diesel-ebooks.com/item/SW00000121768/Willis-Arbrillia-Don-t-Get-Mad./1.html

Available SOON on:

all other major e-book retailers

Freebies…Ugh

Standard

I have found myself doing what hundreds of people do from time to time… freebie-ing. I love the thrill of the freebie chase, the mad rush of  filling in the spaces requesting name, address, family history, blood type… yada yada yada. But I’m really enthralled with waiting… waiting with bated breath for the mail truck to deliver those little forgotten prizes that I’d requested months and months ago.

However, I don’t like never, ever receiving my freebies!

Waiting for the mail and the only thing that faces me are bills and junk mail. That sucks!

I don’t know what happens to my freebies, but I really really want them; the beauty products, the bag o rags, the aspirin, the hair care products and such.

What gives freebie Gods? 

I correctly submit my info. I am patient and kind… but still no freebies.

So I ask again… what gives freebie Gods?

Le Sigh… I am ready to stage a freebie uprising, ready to bring my cause to the streets.

I. Want. My. Freebies!

Sneak Peek

Standard

Enjoy this sneak peek of my novel, Cowboy Up.

The stranger outside my door wore a battered Stetson and a black tee tucked into jeans that looked worn in all the right places.

“Excuse me, Miss,” He said, his smile irresistible, “my truck went out on me a little ways down the road and I was wondering if I could use your phone?”

Although I politely returned his smile, I bit back an oath. I was trying to get to work on time, but was running late as usual.

“Sure, I was just on my way out so,” I paused as the light jacket I’d just shrugged into settled around my shoulders and I slid my feet into a pair of ballet flats. “you can use my cell.”

I watched in amazement as his handsome cinnamon-hued face scrunched in confusion and he rubbed at the nape of his neck while turning the phone, which looked tiny in his big hands, back and forth.

I don’t have time for this, I thought. Who in this day and age didn’t know how to use a cell phone?

Gimmie.” Holding out a hand to take my cell back, I swore and then led him into the living room.  “You can use this.” As he took the cordless phone from my hand I stood off to the side to give him some privacy while surreptitiously studying him.

He had rich, cinnamon-tinged skin, wide shoulders, a compact body, and muscular legs that filled out his faded Levi’s quite nicely. Releasing a sigh, I reluctantly decided it wouldn’t hurt if I were a tiny bit late.

Lost in my musings, I startled when he thanked me. As he spoke, he took out his wallet. “Here’s something for any inconvenience I may have caused you.”

“Oh, no. Really, put that back.” I said while shoving the crisp bill back his way. I let out a nervous little twitter as our hands met. “It was no problem.”

With a slight shrug, he replaced his money with a smile and then took a step back. We stood staring awkwardly at each other for a moment before he cleared his throat, dropped his gaze to my candy-apple red ballet slippers, and then brought it back up to my face. Giving me a small nod, he replaced the Stetson he’d removed upon entering and began to back away towards the door.

“You can use me—” I blurted out, “I mean my phone anytime.” Blushing furiously, I swore again before asking, “Did I just say what I think I did?”

“Yeah.” He nodded, his smile threatening to break into a full-blown laugh.

“Sorry…” I brushed a stray braid behind one ear and grimaced, “Now would be a good time for the ground to open up and swallow me.”

Still smiling, he gazed at me with eyes the color of warm honey and asked, “Over a simple slip of the tongue?”

I shrugged my shoulders and watched as he waited a beat and then turned away from me saying, “Thanks again…”

Not in the least bit worried about being late now, I gazed longingly at his retreating form and asked, “Do you need a lift—hold on a minute okay?” I rummaged through my purse, pulled out my ringing cell, and held a finger up to indicate he wait as he turned back to face me.

“Yeah, El… I was just on my way out…Umm…no, never mind, just come on in; I’ll wait.” As I spoke, I leaned against the sofa while watching the play of muscles in the cowboy’s thighs as he stepped farther away to give me some privacy. “I’m glad you remembered, El. Thank you.” As he turned back to me, I quickly transformed the lusty look of longing on my face to an innocent smile while explaining, “My sisters on the way so if you could wait a second, I’ll get her settled in before I drop you off.”

He removed his Stetson, ran a hand over his low-cut curls, and asked, “Are you sure, ‘cause I could walk back to the truck.”

“Yeah I’m sure. Here, have a seat.” I let a hand trail across the coarse fabric of the sofa.

“I really appreciate this—”

“It’s no problem.” I cut in.

The cowboy nodded and then took a seat on the edge of the sofa, his hands resting on his knees.

Slightly uncomfortable in the silence that ensued, I spoke, “I’m going to put on some music.”

“Sounds good.” He smiled.

“Do you like it fast or slow?”

He chuckled to himself and rubbed the nape of his neck again.

Grimacing, I pushed play and wondered if every phrase I uttered had to sound like something from a phone sex-line.

“My sister gave me this CD. It’s supposed to be really nice.” Shrugging my shoulders I continued, “I haven’t checked it out yet, but—Damn it.” I swore as slow sensual music flowed from the stereo’s speakers.

My eyes widened as his heavy-lidded topaz gaze settled on me and I quickly pressed stop and searched for another CD.

“Umm… that wasn’t the mood I was looking for, I’m sorry.” taking a deep breath, I fanned myself I asked, “Is it hot in here because I’m burning up.”

I could have sworn the temperature had risen by at least ten degrees at the intimate setting the music had created. His gaze rested on me and I moaned softly.

“I’m fine, but are you all right? You look sorta light-headed.” Getting to his feet, he closed the distance between us and came to a halt in front of me. Taking my hand, he slowly rubbed my wrist with his thumb.

“Wow…” glazing into his eyes I whispered, “I think I do need to sit down.” I took a few unsteady steps and then sat heavily onto the sofa.

“Anything I can do to help?”

Yeah, strip and then follow me into the bedroom…

Arbrillia Willis Author of Cowboy Up

Sample or purchase Cowboy Up:

http://www.smashwords.com/books/view/114030

Cowboy Up

Standard

Yea Me!

Here’s a short blurb from my new contemporary romance fiction novel, Cowboy Up. Its available NOW at Smashwords, Apple , Barnes & Noble,  Kobo, and  Diesel!

Sensible, dependable, cautious… that’s Indigo Coleman to a fault; but Indigo has a secret—she’s pregnant, and her abusive ex is the father. Although she’s relieved that he’s no longer a part of her life, Indigo finds things can quickly go from bad to worse when she discovers her ex not only wants to reconcile, but continue his abusive ways as well!

Please check it out… buy it… tell your friends and leave a review!

Thanks xoxo

It’s been a long time coming…

Standard

It’s been a long time coming  but I’m finally able to say that Letting Go will be on sale at all major e-book retailers by the end of next week. Yea, for me! I have worked on this book for what seems like a lifetime. I’ve re-written, re-titled, reread until it felt as if I’d go crazy, but I’m where I want to be with it now. Its funny, I remember doing my daily walks and thinking–Gosh, I really need to get back to Trent and Kayla now. Going around the track, I could actually picture them waiting for me– you know, sighing loudly, checking their watches, and doing the little hurry up motion with their hands (seems crazy, I know).

But as crazy as it seemed, it kept me motivated. There were times when I’d slack off but sooner or later they’d get me inline and I found myself right back at the computer with my huge mug of rapidly cooling coffee and jazz that I had to turn down real low so that I could focus.

So here’s to you, Trent and Kayla–thanks for the sighs, the glancing at the watches and the hurry up motions. Cause sometimes, I so needed them!